Visiting Mom

On our way home from Holly Hill, Jill and I stopped-in to visit my mother. Mom didn’t want her picture taken because her hair was not combed. Bad hair day or not, mom was entertaining.

We talked about my sister who had an extremely adventurous cat named Brandy. I said she probably named the cat Brandy because mom had a dog named Hennessy. Mom said she bought the dog during a period of time when my father owned a liquor store. She asked dad to bring a box home to make a bed for the dog. When he got home he asked, “What’s the dog’s name?”
She said, “Hennessy”.
Dad was curious, “Hennessy? Why did you name him Hennessy?”
“Because that is the name on the bed you just brought home for him.”